Sometimes I forget.
That I am a writer, I can evoke feelings with words
Make them sing, create an uproar
I have echoing thoughts, they can last
Far beyond the time of my decaying skin.

Sometimes I forget
That I am a lover, I can stir consciousness
I can plant my tongue in his or hers
Gently trace the lines on their palms
And permanently change the course of their journey

Sometimes I forget
That I am human, a steward of the earth
I can paint the world with my own hue
Challenge the status quo, witness sunsets
And wake up remembering the things I once forgot too.